The unending saga of Oscar Pistorius, is winding down. The sort of sentence which his lawyer and a psychologist are proposing for Oscar; whom has been found guilty of Culpable Homicide, which is the least he could have expected for loosing off four dum-dum bullets through a toilet door, knowing full well that there was someone on the other side, unlike to rapist in my previous post who was sentenced to five years in prison, Oscar’s team are suggesting house arrest, in his uncles mansion.
I have followed this case from the word go and having heard the defence case, my response would have been a verdict of murder, because as far as I was concerned, nothing else fitted the available evidence and the inconsistencies in Oscar’s explanation.
His histrionics in Court suggested that he knew full well that his main aim should be to convince the Judge that he was a broken man, as I would, should I find myself facing a life sentence in an African gaol.
Apart from that the tale he told, which was in fact the only tale available, was so ridiculous that it beggars belief that the Judge was not convinced of his guilt of murder, any Jury hearing the same story would no doubt have arrived at a majority verdict at least, of murder.
Oscar explained to the Court, how he had been in bed with Reeva, he decided to close the balcony window, which involved moving a fan which had been helping to cool the bedroom. He offered no reason as to why. This he did in the dark.
Reeva was in bed, no more than a couple of feet away from Oscar, who carried his business with the fan, with his back towards the bed, so he failed to notice that Reeva had silently got out of bed, found her telephone in the dark, which she apparently used as a torch.
Oscar, heard no movement, saw no sign of a torch as Reeva left the bedroom, without turning on a light, walked along a corridor, still in the dark, entered the bathroom and into a small toilet and locked the door, all without turning on a light.
Oscar, still in the bedroom, having failed to notice that Reeva was no longer in the room, thought he heard a noise. He told the absent Reeva to call the Police. He failed to notice that she did not reply.
Still in the dark he went down the corridor on his stumps and thought he heard a noise coming from the bathroom, similar to the sound of a window sliding open.
He went back to his bedroom, still in the dark and found his gun, In normal circumstances one might have expected him, at this point to call the Security Guard or to at least ask Reeva if she had called the Police but no, he did not and still in the dark he did not notice that she was not there.
Still on his stumps he went back down the corridor shouting, “Get out of my f*****g house,” at whoever he thought might be in the bathroom, Reeva did not cry out anything in the order of, “Who are you shouting at Oscar? Is there someone in the house?” or some such thing. The prosecutor suggested that he was shouting at Reeva to get out of the house, after their argument, which had been overheard by several witnesses.
No, not a bit of it, Reeva simply stood silently behind the door, while Oscar, still in he dark; which is of course of vital importance in the entire tale, thought he heard something else and he accidentally fired four dum-dum bullets through the toilet door. There was apparently no recoil from his gun, which may have caused at least one of the shots to go off target. Nope they all hit the target.
Oscar then desecrated the whole crime scene, with the lights now turned on and removed the corpse from the scene, which is never recommended, as to move an injured person is not the most intelligent thing to do, having smashed the door open with a cricket bat.
Is it any wonder that the Police found it difficult to believe his Fairy Tale?